Blood Sweat And Tears Lyrics - M.o.p.

Yo, yo c'mon son 

Yo, they killin' 'em out there, son 

They dyin' out there, son, word up 

Yo they killin' us, son, I'm tellin' you 

why?all niggas c'mon that's my word 

Why?all better c'mon, yo wake up, son 

They dyin', son 

Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up, c'mon 

It took me twenty-four years to figure out 

What makes this world go round 

It?s not man holding ground with dope sound 

We gots to ask 

Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill 

When you know that broke bill can still 

See right through your plastic ass 

Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy 

Before death left and fame had his way 

The town Brownsville, the place, the ill 

Follow the trail of fresh blood drips 

You'll end up on my bricks 

The marks, home of the warrior thrown home 

Our true thugs that's dead and gone 

In the hills most effective chrome 

Return to these graves 

Showin' youngsters what I'm facin' 

'Cause we had trouble 

We been strugglin' since single shot gauges 

That's straight ghetto bad luck 

But, I done passed up more shit 

Than you may ever touch 

What, we on sacred grounds 

Without the guidance of our fathers 

All we know is how to double clutch revolvers 

Me and my own staff flaunt a different path 

I'm tryin' to dip shit minus in your highness 

The finest of kickin' half 

Honest to god, I'm layin' down my card 

It?s been hard, for too many years 

Blood sweat and tears 

These three words 

(Man, got somethin' to say) 

Blood, sweat, tears 

(Mop family) 

These three words 

(We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone) 

Blood, sweat, tears 

(We comin' all the way from New York City, hear me out) 

These three words 

Blood, sweat, tears 

These three words 

Blood, sweat, tears 

Go head nigga 

A whole lot changed since my brother left 

(I can feel you, baby) 

And since my mother?s death 

(I can feel you, baby) 

But as time past, I could see my life flash 

Leavin' the body and there's no breath 

(I can feel ya) 

I chose not to let my Biretta swing 

'Cause I'm a veteran 

And I'm livin' for the better things 

It?s cold-hearted be 

Check the majority of blacks 

They slingin' crack, livin' in poverty 

(True life testament) 

What you gotta do is live what your life give 

And make the best of it 

(Try to see the rest of it) 

'Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets 

And death?s most definite 

(Blood) 

Is for the brothers that died 

The mothers that cried 

The brothers that tried 

All we do is 

(Sweat) 

Steady, puttin' to work 

Handling dirt, holding your turf 

We all shed for the loved ones 

(Tears) 

The thug ones and all deceased peers 

And while these other cats play hard 

I'ma praise God 

And thank God that I'm here 

Blood sweat and tears 

These three words 

(Till the break of dawn) 

Blood, sweat, tears 

(Birella) 

These three words 

(Till the break of dawn) 

Blood, sweat, tears 

(Twenty-one gun salute) 

Ghetto nigga, street nigga 

House nigga, we all niggas 

Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes 

You put down yours but I'm?a keep mine 

I'm?a keep mine nigga 

Uncle Sam don't drop his shit for nobody 

So nobody gonna take my shit from me 

So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight 

I be down here with my niggas 

Underground, dirty 

Holdin' mine, house nigga 

Blood sweat and tears 

Blood, sweat, tears 

These three words 

Blood, sweat, tears